I Like To Write Poetry

Success is always shown in a glory of light
Never do people see the painful fight


Life is but a dream
It comes with a cost
That cold and broken scream


The empty hands lost a grip
dropped the cost
And away with the wind it flew like silver dust


It flies among stars falling on a ground of rust
Kissing the desolate sea of broken dreams

A fallen star from a dreamy sky
Full of broken and untouched dreams